After finishing Louise Hay's You Can Heal Your Life, I found another one of her books in my library, one that was given to me when I was rediagnosed. How perfect, and unplanned. I had been wondering what I was going to do once I finished Heal. God provided.
Inner Wisdom: Meditations for the Heart and Soul is comprised of one-page mediations, whereas Heal was made up of chapters on various meaningful topics. These one-page reads are much better for me now that my mom is back home. While my mom was visiting to take care of me and the household during my surgery, she walked our American Bulldog every morning, allowing me the time to read a chapter, write my affirmations, and meditate. Now that my mom is back home in Oregon, Maya's morning walk is my responsibility again. It's been hard these last few days getting it all in before the boys wake up. One page for now is perfect.
Being the over-achiever that I am, I read two meditations today. The first is titled "My Home is a Peaceful Haven." It reads:
"My home is a reflection of me, so I now decide to 'clean house.' I clean my closets and refrigerator. I take all the clothes that I haven't worn in a period of time and sell them, give them away, or burn them. I get rid of the old so that I can make room for the new. As I let it go, I say: I'm cleaning the closets of my mind. I do the same with my refrigerator. I clean out all the foods and scraps that have been there for a while. I know that people who have very cluttered closets and cluttered refrigerators have cluttered minds. So, I make my home a wonderful place to live in."
Okay Ms Hay. Done. Once Maya and I returned from our walk, I literally took out everything from my refrigerator, including the shelves, and cleaned it from top to bottom. Gross things found: sticky scum on one shelf that I'd noticed in the past (when I struggled lifting up the salsa jar) but had chosen to ignore, 3-week old guacomole, a stray green bean from months ago I'm guessing, spilled baking soda, and a lid of a butter container. How did the container make it out of the refrigerator but not the lid?
In general, our house is pretty clean. I tend to purge cupboard and closet contents on a yearly basis, at least. However, I had been ignoring the fridge. Now with a clean fridge, God wanted to support my efforts for a clean house so much so that at 1:00 Tyler called from downstairs, "Shannon, were you expected the cleaning people today?" We had an appointment scheduled for earlier in the week that I had to cancel. When I cancelled, I left a message that Wednesday or Thursday would be better days, but had never heard back from the company. Ironically, on the day I meditated on the importance of a clean home and did something about it, two beautiful cleaning angels came to support my efforts. Thank you, God!
The second meditation page of my reading this morning is titled "My Income is Constantly Increasing." This supports my affirmation, Riches of all sorts are attracted to me. Today after reading that affirmation about attracting money and prosperity, I finally sent off a children's book I wrote over a year ago to 25 publishers. When I wrote the book during my first out-of-work-because-of-chemo stint, I sent it off to about 30 publishers. Thirty was the magic number then because when I asked my mom to buy envelopes, she only came back with 30. None of those 30 publishers jumped on my incredibly uplifting book.
Months later I bought more envelopes, envelopes that I propped on my desk then moved to the floor under my desk for months. At least the publishers' labels were sitting on top of the pile. Obviously the publishers would never discover my book and offer me a publishing contract if they never received it!
So today, at the urging of Ms Hay in her meditation, I printed, packaged, and mailed off copies to the final 25 publishers. What impressed me most about my decision is that as I was driving to the post office, it suddenly started to not only rain but pour. I was dressed in a cotton shirt and pants, no umbrella, and no hair to keep me warm. You're not going to melt, Shannon, I prodded myself. My temptation to go home and mail them another day was replaced by my drive to attract prosperity. "Complaining never works" the meditation told me. Nor does excuse-making. Now the envelopes are in the mail and I wait.
Tomorrow morning I'll add a third affirmation to my list. Maybe it will go something like this: I have a profitable publishing contract and a new career as an author. I'll have to sleep on that one. Good night.
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